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Loaded behind the wheel of his Cadillac Escalade, high on his Jimmy Kimmel interview, Mayor
is winding through the streets of his city.

It’s two days after Ford’s celebrated appearance on
Jimmy Kimmel Live
, two months before rehab.

In the course of this March 5 night, Ford will bring together two of his closest felon friends, beating one and accepting drugs from another; go on a racist tirade; and boast that he often has sex with “girls” in front of his wife, according to an account of the evening. He will suggest one man could have sex with her, a source has told the Star, recalling Ford’s words.

The information for this story comes from interviews and from the Star’s review of audio tape that captures a portion of the evening. The Star did not pay for the tape. Ford could not be reached by the Star for comment, as has been the case since the Star began its investigation more than a year ago. His lawyer Dennis Morris would not comment on the majority of the allegations in this story.

(Ford is said to be in a rehab program seeking help for alcohol addiction. The Star has heard that Ford has been spotted at three different rehabs in the past week, including CAMH in Toronto, Homewood in Guelph and Greenstone in Bala, about a 40-minute drive from the Ford family cottage.)

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Ford had taken a private jet to Los Angeles for the March 3 Kimmel show with brothers Doug and Randy. Viewers were treated to Ford largely being mocked by the talk show host.

What follows is an account from people present of Ford’s behaviour on a chilly but not freezing night soon after the mayor’s chartered jet returns him from Los Angeles to Toronto:

Ford’s perpetually shiny Escalade is moving through icy streets with Ford at the wheel. Ford is wasted; on what, is unclear. It’s about 8 p.m.

Beside him in the car is Bruno Bellissimo, Ford’s friend from high school. Close by in the neighbourhood is Sandro Lisi. In one of the many fascinating turns of the Ford story, these three men were back where they started a year previous, during the infamous Garrison Ball incident of Feb. 23, 2013. On that night, Ford, Lisi and Bellissimo headed down to the military ball with Ford’s young children in the backseat. His choice of companions then included Lisi, with a record of threatening to kill young women, and Bellissimo, a crack addict, who shortly after the ball beat up his mother and was convicted of assault and threatening death. Ford was ejected from that year’s Garrison Ball for being impaired.

Back to March 5, 2014, two days after Kimmel.

Ford is behind the wheel and hammered. One constituent he calls that night recalls Ford slurring his words.

The Star has heard audio of Ford and Bellissimo talking and both are slurring. (The Star has interviewed people who say it is nothing for Ford to down a 40-ouncer of vodka. The man who recorded the audio of Ford at Sully Gorman’s bar two weeks ago told the Star Ford’s ability to drink shots of tequila is “incredible.”)

Ford has two ways of communicating as he drives — his cellular phone and his Onstar device, a General Motors product that acts as a cellphone. During one call as he drives that night, Ford is recorded as saying the following about Jews, blacks and Italians:

“Nobody sticks up for people like I do, every f---ing k--e, n----r, f---ing w-p, d-go, whatever the race. Nobody does. I’m the most racist guy around. I’m the mayor of Toronto.”

On a roll, Ford continues to spew invective that may be the worst published yet. At one point he makes a rude comment about his mother.

His tirade is interrupted by a call from Dennis Morris, Ford’s lawyer. Morris voices immediate concern that Ford is driving and tells him to pull over. Ford does not respond kindly. Morris suggests the police may be tailing him.

To which Ford responds, “Yeah, you never had your f---ing kids taken away.”

(Asked this week if he recalled the incident and telephoning Ford, Morris said he believes his client was parked at the time.)

Ford eventually pulls into a park near his home in Etobicoke, according to an account of the evening. Lisi arrives, driving his black Range Rover. (Lisi is facing drug trafficking and extortion charges in connection with an alleged attempt to retrieve the embarrassing crack video. No accomplice has been charged. The Star reported recently that at another late-night event, Ford
pummelled Lisi
, his friend, until Lisi cried.)

According to an account of the evening, drugs are present as the men meet in the park. An hour passes. Ford and Bellissimo drive to Ford’s home, with Lisi in tow driving his Range Rover. From here on, there is no known audio recording of the night.

The front walkway to the Ford house leads to a modest front door. At about 10 p.m. that night, Ford and his pals arrive. Ford has a bag of McDonald’s food in his hand. Ford jiggles the front door and then kicks the door open. He, Lisi, Bellissimo and another man step in.

“Don’t worry guys, my kids aren’t here,” Ford says.

For no apparent reason, Ford turns on Bellissimo and hits him squarely in the face twice — boom, boom — forgetting that he has a bagful of Big Macs in his hand. Burgers and fries scatter. Ford makes Bellissimo pick them up.

Down the stairs they go. Ford’s wife Renata is on the couch, a tired lounger that has been described to the Star by paramedics and firefighters who have attended calls at the house over the past two years. Renata is smoking a joint.

“You’re a f---ing idiot,” Renata says.

Enraged, Ford rummages for his Don Bosco coaching jacket. “It’s where I keep my weed,” he tells people in the room. Ford turns on his wife, screaming that she has taken his drugs. Standing there quietly are Lisi and Bellissimo.

To a visitor, Ford says, almost offhanded, “You can f--- her if you want, in front of me.”

Nobody speaks. The comment is ignored by Ford’s wife. Men in the room are shocked.

“It’s okay,” Ford burbles. “She lets me f--k girls in front of her all the time.”

Eyes flicked upward, to the rest of the house.

“It’s okay, my kids are not home,” Ford repeats.

For the next two hours Ford never stops moving. He paces the dingy room, back and forth. Lisi says little, checking his phone from time to time.

Ford drinks and smokes a joint. He speaks Jamaican patois, reminiscent of his turn at the Steak Queen restaurant in January, another night when he was out in north Etobicoke with Lisi.

Still popping back and forth, Ford invites people to punch him. “I’m jacked,” Ford tells the men as he flexes his muscles.

After a while, Ford and Lisi disappear into a small room. When they come out, Ford, looking around his dismal basement, complains that his brothers Doug and Randy “throw and flash their money around.” Ford says he never does.

“But taking that private jet down to L.A. was nice,” Ford adds. “I am going to get me one of those.”

Somebody asks Ford how he got into the U.S., given his admission of smoking crack.

“The customs guy who came on the plane, he recognized me!” Ford replies.

The night continues. Ford, who notoriously and allegedly grabbed the butt of a female political rival at the Canadian Jewish Political Affairs Committee Action Party in 2013, is one day away from that event again.

“Aw s--t,” Ford says as the night wears on, his wife still sitting on the couch smoking. “I have to go to that f---ing CJPAC s--t tomorrow night.”

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